Chapter 204

"Susan, are you that desperate to climb into Alexander Grant's bed?" Andrew's voice was icy, his eyes dark with stormy rage.

Susan smirked coldly. "Mr. Lucas, who I choose to be with is none of your business!"

"You're mine." He seized her wrist with crushing force.

"Yours?" Her lips curled in mockery. "Andrew Lucas, are you even worthy? Nicole Capra's man has no right to question me."

His pupils contracted sharply, his grip loosening slightly.

Susan wrenched free and grabbed her bag, bolting outside. The night wind hit her face—she hadn't realized she'd been crying.

Pathetic, she scolded herself.

Blinding headlights suddenly flooded her vision. She raised a hand to shield her eyes—just as the car accelerated straight toward her.

A dark figure tackled her to the ground at the last second. They tumbled onto the roadside as the car grazed Andrew's arm and sped away.

"Andrew!" Susan gasped.

He groaned but immediately checked her for injuries. Under the streetlight, Susan recognized the driver's twisted face—Candy Wilson.

"Are you hurt?" His voice trembled.

She pushed him away. "Not your concern."

Alexander Grant rushed out just in time to see the taillights disappearing. His expression darkened as he memorized the license plate—then spotted Andrew still gripping Susan.

"I'll take you home," both men said simultaneously.

Susan shook them off and hailed a taxi.

The chatty driver rambled about trivial matters as Susan stared blankly at the passing city lights.

At her doorstep, a shadow lunged from the darkness. She stumbled back—Andrew.

"Are you insane? Scaring people at this hour!"

He pinned her against the door, crimson eyes burning. "Why did you hurt Nicole? You leaked that video, didn't you?"

Susan laughed. "Yes, it was me. I want her ruined."

She braced for fury—but his grip slackened as he slumped against her.

"Susan..." His voice softened unexpectedly. "My arm hurts..."

She froze. The ruthless business titan now nuzzled her neck like a wounded animal.

"Let... let me go..."

"No." He buried his face deeper. "Not until you promise to treat my wound."

The night breeze carried the metallic tang of blood. Susan sighed—her resolve crumbling.